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How from the summit of the grove she fell,
And left it unharmonious
1 SUCH were the notes our chaster SAPPHO sung,
2 And every muse dropt honey on her tongue.
3 Blest shade! how pure a breath of praise was thine,
4 Whose spotless life was faultless as thy line:
5 In whom each worth and every grace conspire,
6 The Christian's meekness and the Poet's fire.
7 Learn'd without pride, a woman without art;
8 The sweetest manners and the gentlest heart.
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9 Smooth like her verse her passions learnt to move,
10 And her whole soul was harmony and love:
11 Virtue that breast without a conflict gain'd,
12 And easy like a native monarch reign'd.
13 On earth still favour'd as by heaven approv'd,
14 The world applauded, and ALEXIS lov'd.
15 With love, with health, with fame, and friendship blest,
16 And of a chearful heart the constant feast,
17 What more of bliss sincere could earth bestow?
18 What purer heaven could angels taste below?
19 But bliss from earth's vain scenes too quickly flies;
20 The golden chord is broke, ALEXIS dies.
21 Now in the leafy shade, and widow'd grove,
22 Sad PHILOMELA mourns her absent love.
23 Now deep retir'd in FROME's enchanting vale,
24 She pours her tuneful sorrows on the gale;
25 Without one fond reserve the world disclaims,
26 And gives up all her soul to heavenly flames.
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27 Yet in no useless gloom she wore her days;
28 She lov'd the work, and only shun'd the praise.
29 Her pious hand the poor, the mourner blest;
30 Her image liv'd in every kindred breast.
32 And PRIOR prais'd, and noble HERTFORD lov'd;
33 Seraphic KENN, and tuneful WATTS were thine,
34 And virtue's noblest champions fill'd the line.
35 Blest in thy friendships! in thy death too blest!
36 Receiv'd without a pang to endless rest.
37 Heaven call'd the Saint matur'd by length of days,
38 And her pure spirit was exhal'd in praise.
39 Bright pattern of thy sex, be thou my muse;
40 Thy gentle sweetness thro' my soul diffuse:
41 Let me thy palm, tho' not thy laurel share,
42 And copy thee in charity and prayer.
43 Tho' for the bard my lines are yet too faint,
44 Yet in my life let me transcribe the saint.


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Title (in Source Edition): VERSES on MRS. ROWE.
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Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia), 1743-1825. Poems. London: printed for Joseph Johnson, 1773, pp. 101-103. vi,138p. ; 4⁰. (ESTC T236; OTA K019955.000) (Page images digitized by New York Public Library.)

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